Soul Mountain

I believe in science but I also believe in fate.

life is monotonous and lonely on the mountain and one needs this bit of comfort.

They don’t have newspapers and don’t listen to radio broadcasts. Ronald Reagan, the economic reforms, inflation, the eradication of spiritual pollution, the Hundred Flowers Movie Award, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera – that noisy world is left to the cities, for them it’s all too far away

They’ve been telling this story for a thousand years, you say close to her ear.
And they’ll still go on telling it. She seems to be your echo.
Will they go on telling it for another thousand years? you ask.
Mmm, she replies

The hunter is already myth. To talk about a mixture of history and legend is how folk stories are born.

Life is not the same as manifestations of life. Real life, or in other words the basic substance of life, should be the former and not the latter. I had gone against real life because I was simply stringing together life’s manifestations, so of course I wasn’t able to accurately portray life and in the end only succeeded in distorting reality.

hile you search for the route to Lingshan, I wander along the Yangtze River looking for this sort of reality. I had just gone through a crisis and then, on top of that, a doctor wrongly diagnosed me with lung cancer.

when deprived of human communication, will not the individual be condemned to the existence of the Wild Man in the forests of Shennongjia, the Big Foot of America or the Yeti of the Himalayas?

Basic human instincts, sensitivities, thinking, perceptions and judgements were repressed and stunted, and extreme forms of socialist-realist and romantic-revolutionary representations of reality became the compulsory basis of all creative endeavours: literature and the arts therefore became representations of a distorted reality.

the generations of villagers who have lived here since don’t know the history of the place, don’t know about themselves